My 3 minutes 27 seconds rule of LOVE

Here, I am avoiding the highly cliched and overrated question 'have you ever been in love', and assuming that you have, so am I avoiding the equally cliched second question 'have you been through a love failure' and assuming that you have or will be soon, and presenting you my 3 minutes 27 seconds rule of love (or rather love failure).

All the books and all the movies got it wrong, you won't fall in love instantaneously. The process is very lengthy and slow and complicated, well in most cases. So many different things have to come together in the right time in the right place. But once that mishap happens, even though you may not feel it first, you end up being with the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place, until it fails. 

And it has to fail, there is no other go. Which brings us to my rule. It is a simple rule, "No matter how long it took you to build the relationship, no matter how much you 'think' you love each other, all that's needed is 3 minutes and 37 seconds, or less, for it all to end." Simple rule ain't it? And it is true, the initial conflict that is needed to begin the end takes less than the given time. And after that its all down the hill.

I know some of you are thinking that I am wrong and that you have went past the love phase and reached marriage and your love is still strong. Well, I beg to differ, 'you still have time'. And in your case when it fails you will also have a seriously long battle to prove to the court, who acts like a child who needs a unicorn with golden horn and is not ready to settle with nothing less, that you no longer love each other and needs to split. 

Well, just keep this rule in mind when the next opportunity presents itself to you in the form of a smoking hot girl or a hunk.

The Evil in Me

Today morning, on my way to office, I was walking past a bus stop and I saw a man (poor I assume from the way he is dressed) lying on the ground suffering from fits. His whole body was jerking, his face was covered in blood, and guess what, I did nothing!!! I just walked past him. There was a part of me that told me to help him, but the other part of me, the dominating part, stopped me.

The man was seriously in trouble and all I could think about was me. What will happen to me if I take him to hospital? Will there be a police involvement? and sort. Like a self obsessed, self absorbed prick, I simply left. And how does that make me feel? Like shit, yes shit!!! I had my reasons, but no matter what I say, how I justify myself to me the fact stands unchanged, A man needed help, a help that I could have provided, and I did nothing. I didn't help or stop or ask others to. What does that make me?

I feel pity on myself and I wish if I had done something. Will I do any different if a similar situation presents itself in the future? Knowing me, knowing who I am, I seriously doubt that....